My first story is much like the one my brother wrote about earlier. You probably remember what he wrote about our next-door neighbor, Mr. Quinlan. This story happened in the back of his new limo.
For a long time everybody in our neighborhood knew that it was Mr. Quinlan’s dream to someday run his own limousine service. Well, about three months ago he finally quit his job (for 25 years he was a mailman) and started advertising everywhere. He proudly called his new business Austin Chauffeurs. Ache and I decided hire him to give our parents a ride to the airport. One of the most important ingredients in the story is Mr. Quinlan’s wacky sense of humor.
I’ll never forget the night when my friend Charlie stopped by. I was still in my third year of college, so I was still living with my parents. When I was growing up, Charlie was a permanent fixture around our house. Being neighbors, we had gone through elementary and high school together and were like brothers.
Anyway, he was home for spring break and had decided to stop over to say hi and catch up. We hadn’t seen him for about six months! He filled us in on what had been happening in college. Strangely enough, he had very little to say about school itself. He was more excited about the carpet cleaning business that he had started in an effort to Continue reading »
My father is a CPA who has worked for the same firm for the past 21 years. Over the years his boss and his boss’ wife have become close friends with my parents. I remember one evening, a year or so ago, when my parents had them over for dinner and they invited my sister and I to join them. Something that night, during that dinner, stuck with Leila and me.
My friends call me “Ache”, but my Mom still refers to me by my given name Achin (pronounced Ay`-kin, like “My achin’ back”). I’m a 25-year-old grad student who just recently realized that my naive parents are in need of our help, bless their hearts. They were both born and raised in Bombay, India and then brought my younger sister and me over to this country when we were just toddlers. Dhanmati was 18 months old and I was 2½. I’m not sure what the transition was, but at some point in time my parents began calling my baby sister, Leila. My sister is Continue reading »